In the courtyard, three low-level squire-level gray dwarves surrounded Memira in the center, holding short swords, they obviously had the advantage in numbers, but they kept trembling, and bright red blood flowed on the ground, both theirs and Memira's.

"Bang!" the sound of metal clashing often sounds.

"Watch the hem and don't let the enemy find a gap. ”

"Raise your feet, Raise your feet! Don't you notice, the subhuman attack path is not in your thighs, but in your calves and feet. ”

"What did you do!"

"Leave the wound on your left shoulder alone, if you don't settle the battle quickly, your lobe will be pierced!"

“......”

This is the scene when Locke is training Memira to fight.

Locke, who has always pursued actual combat, also focuses on actual combat in teaching his apprentices.

There was a small battle in three days, a big battle in five days, and there were a lot of subhuman slaves purchased in the Lockshura field, and he didn't want these low-level subhumans to waste their food in vain, so he created such a life-and-death struggle for Memira.

In battle, Locke would never have shot unless Memira had a fatal situation.

It's only been two months, Memila's bones have been broken and her lung lobes and chest cavity have been pierced many times, if it weren't for a ready-made second-level magician living in the house, and Locke's gentle vindictive spirit to support her recovery, Memira would have fallen in the battle a long time ago.

The heavy full-body steel armor on his body was almost scrapped, and there were obvious wounds everywhere, including stab marks, chopping marks, and more tear wounds.

Although the subhumans also use weapons, their most effective means are actually their claws.

A low-level squire-level subhuman who is able to tear through steel plates with full burst of strength.

If Memira wants to defend against attacks of this level, her armor alone is not enough, and she must also be supplemented by an eagle.

A trail of blood appeared on Memila's pretty face, the scar that the gray dwarf on his left had left her with his claws.

Blood with a strong fishy smell slid down her pretty face, and finally slid down the corners of Memila's mouth, and a faint sour tingling appeared in Memila's sensory system.

This is a dark attribute attack method comprehended by some low-level squire-level gray dwarves, which can attach a certain concentration of dark energy to their claws, causing damage to the opponent while also causing slight paralysis to the enemy.

"No, we have to fight quickly!" Under the armor, Memila's eyes gradually became serious.

If she dragged on like this, even if she could kill the three strong enemies in front of her, she would fall into a coma or even dying due to the multiple heavy injuries on her body and the corrosive effect of dark energy.

This is not the outcome that her master, Locke, who has been supervising the battle by his side, wants to see.

Memira didn't want to disappoint her master.

Gripping the long sword in his hand tighter and tighter, a wisp of eagle fighting spirit was transferred to Memira's left arm, both to relieve the pain in her shoulder and to increase her strength. Memira is left-handed.

Although the long sword wielded in his hand has become worn out after countless battles, and many small cracks have even been produced on the sword, it is undeniable that this long sword is still sharp and still has the ability to cut the enemy's neck.

"Drink!" Under the armor, Memira let out a coquettish cry, and while mobilizing the fighting spirit of the eagle, she rushed towards the gray dwarf on her right with lightning speed.

The most basic and most significant characteristic of the wind attribute is speed.

It seems that Memira has comprehended a trace of the mystery of the battle of the wind attribute knight.

The gray dwarf on the right was the most seriously injured of the three gray dwarves surrounding her, and almost her entire right arm was removed by Memila, and now she only hung her left arm, holding a rusty short sword, and she was barely resisting Memira's attack in fear.

......

Half an hour later, the battle finally ended.

Picking off the carotid artery of the last and strongest gray dwarf, and before she could examine her results, Memira collapsed and fell to the ground.

At the moment before she fell unconscious, a faint melancholy welled up in Memila's heart, and she disappointed her master again.

Looking at the tragic ending of the battle in the courtyard, Locke sighed, jumped to the center of the battlefield, picked up Memira first, and sent her to the stone chair on the side, and fed a blue potion full of vitality and vitality, and the wounds on Memira's body, under the effect of the potion, slowly recovered.

Sticking to Memila's chest, the gentle wind attribute fighting qi was transported by Locke through Memila's heart, and it was also wind attribute energy, and the thickness of the fighting spirit of the Rock Earth Knight was dozens of grades stronger than that of Memila.

Locke's fighting qi was channeled into Memila's body, flowing all over her body's meridians, which could not only speed up the speed at which Memela's body absorbed the potion, but also take the opportunity to broaden Memela's meridians, benefiting her immensely.

Don't look at Locke's very cold-blooded daily battle with Memira and low-level subhumans, in fact, he still cares a lot about his big apprentice.

In a coma, Memira felt that her body was gradually becoming warmer, and she had just passed from a hellish battle, and now it seemed that she had come to heaven again, and under the effect of her body's instinct, she couldn't help but let out a 'boom'.

The delicate pant from the girl made Locke's old face red, this guy is sixty years old this year, and he still hasn't changed his nature, but fortunately, he hasn't been shameless enough to attack his apprentice, but in the dead of night, Locke can't help but miss the women he left in the three western islands.

Memila's body is in a benign repair, and after resting her on a stone bench, Locke begins to clean up the mess in the courtyard.

Ashar has no habit of cleanliness, but she is also a female magician, and she cannot tolerate the perennial smell of blood in her dwelling, not to mention the fact that she can sometimes see the internal organs and organs of some creatures left in the garden.

After being reprimanded a few times, Locke took on the role of cleaning the house.

Memila was too tired after the battle, and she was also responsible for breakfast, lunch and dinner for three people, so Locke couldn't trouble others when it came to cleaning.

A second-level earth knight is still sweeping the floor, and if it is transmitted back to the prince's mansion on the three western islands, the people will have to fall through their glasses.

"Huh, this guy isn't dead yet?!" Locke surprised as he looked at the low-ranking gray dwarf lying on the ground, whose carotid arteries had been severed by Memela.

Half of the rich plasma on the ground was contributed by this gray dwarf, which is not dead, I am afraid it can no longer be attributed to the rough skin and thick flesh of the gray dwarf.

"It seems to be the little guy who comprehends the dark energy, so let's save its life, and there is just a shortage of sweepers at home. Looking at the gray dwarf slave with only one breath left, Locke muttered.